Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

"You're—" she started, but her words dissolved into a soft moan as he found that spot just below her ear that made her arch into him like she was chasing lightning.

He stood up then, taking his time, letting his gaze travel over her like she was art he was finally allowed to appreciate.

Still, just inches from Zhang Ruoyun, watching the way her chest rose and fell, the way her parted lips trembled from the last kiss they'd shared—like her body was already spiraling toward something beautiful but hadn't caught up with her mind yet.

The air between them buzzed with unspoken hunger, stretched so taut it might snap and take half the dimension with it. Every second passed like eternity, and yet neither of them dared to move first, both savoring this moment of perfect anticipation.

And then he did.

But not with force or cosmic authority.

His hand came up slow—so fucking slow—and he traced the back of his fingers along her cheek, across the sharp edge of her jaw, then down to the place where her neck met her shoulder. Her skin flared under the light touch, her pulse betraying the composure she tried so hard to maintain. He didn't miss it. He wasn't going to let her hide anymore.

"You burn brighter when you're close to breaking," he murmured, his voice no longer cold, no longer detached. It was velvet now, molten honey laced with the kind of heat that melted defenses rather than shattered them.

She wanted to say something cutting, something that would ground her in familiar sarcasm—but she couldn't. Not with his fingers sliding along her collarbone now, tracing the edge of her robe with reverent precision.

Not with his other hand settling at the small of her back, pulling her just enough that her body brushed against his. Not hard, not grinding—just there. Just felt. Just perfect.

Her robe shifted under his careful attention. Not yanked open like some desperate romance novel.

Not torn with cosmic impatience. He undid it knot by knot with fingers that had once torn realms apart, now treating her like something priceless that deserved to be unwrapped slowly, savored, appreciated.

As the silk slid from her shoulders, exposing the smooth rise of her chest and the graceful curve of her hips wrapped in the thinnest layers of divine fabric, Parker breathed out like he'd been punched in the lungs by pure beauty.

She wasn't wearing anything showy. No armor designed to intimidate enemies. No jewels meant to display cosmic status. No distractions or barriers.

Just herself.

Raw. Stunning. Completely exposed to someone she had waited lifetimes for—and that vulnerability, that trust, was what made her absolutely radiant.

"You're trembling," he whispered again, this time brushing his thumbs under her ribs, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse. "Let me steady you."

She didn't answer with words. She just pulled him down by the collar, crashing their lips together again—this time with heat that could have ignited stars. Frantic, wild, desperate for more after so much careful restraint and patient waiting. But Parker didn't give her what she was clawing for. Not yet.

He took control of the rhythm like he was conducting a cosmic symphony.

He kissed her back slow—deliberately, maddeningly slow. He tasted her, teased her, swallowed her gasps and sighs, let her press herself against him with growing desperation, but never lost the pace he set.

Never surrendered control to the hunger that was threatening to consume them both.

She bit his lip in frustration. He smiled against her mouth like she'd just given him the perfect gift.

"Is that the Phoenix in you talking?" he muttered between kisses, his voice husky, lips brushing hers with each word.

Zhang Ruoyun's laugh was breathless and sharp as a blade. "That's the woman who's waited too damn long for this, you beautiful bastard."

He grabbed her waist then, spun her around with fluid grace, and gently pressed her back against the nearest wall—a glowing structure of shifting light and stardust that reality formed to support them.

His hand pinned one of hers above her head while the other slid down her thigh, fingers curving around the edge of her skin as he bent down and left a slow, deliberate kiss on her collarbone.

Then another.

And another.

Down her chest, over the curve of her breast, just enough to make her breath hitch and her back arch—but not enough to satisfy the growing ache between them. Not yet. His tongue grazed skin that had never been touched this way, and her body responded like it was remembering something it had always known but never experienced.

But he moved lower, then up again, hands exploring with reverence and growing hunger. He traced her sides like he was mapping something he'd dreamt of but never dared to reach for. Her skin was so hot under his touch, glowing with barely restrained phoenix fire.

Her breaths turned ragged, her legs shifting, brushing against his thigh with quiet desperation that made his own control start to fray.

He kissed her throat again, just beneath the jaw, where her heartbeat thundered against his lips like a drum calling him home.

"You're holding back," he said, voice rough with his own barely contained desire.

Her voice cracked slightly. "I can't—if I let go completely, I might—"

He lifted his gaze to meet hers, eyes blazing with something that was finally, beautifully human again. "Then let go. I've got you. I'll always have you."

And then he dropped his mouth back to hers, this time with no restraint, no careful control.

His hand came up between her thighs—not inside, not yet—but pressed slow and steady through the thin fabric that separated her from the chaos she craved. She moaned into his mouth, bucking her hips against his touch, and he swallowed the sound like it fed something starving in his soul.

Her body was trembling now, glowing so fiercely with phoenix fire that Parker had to press his body into hers to keep her from combusting with pure desire.

Her hand dug into his back, nails dragging down muscle and heat hard enough to leave marks. He hissed through his teeth but never broke rhythm, never stopped the steady pressure that was driving her toward the edge.

He kissed her until she couldn't breathe.

Touched her until she couldn't speak.

Made her feel like she was the center of the universe, the most important thing in all of existence.

Then pulled back just enough to see her face—eyes glassy with need, lips red and swollen from his kisses, chest heaving, body soaked in sweat and desire and divine energy that practically dripped from her skin like heat haze.

When he finally removed that last barrier between them, when his fingers found her slick and ready and absolutely desperate for him, she cried out his name like a prayer. And when he replaced his hand with something that made her arch and gasp and dig her nails into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood, the very concept of Balance exploded outward in waves that rippled across dimensions.

Every cosmic entity within a thousand realities felt the shift as the Prince of Existence remembered what it meant to be human, what it meant to love and be loved in return, what it meant to lose yourself completely in someone else and find yourself more complete than you'd ever been.

He kissed her again as they moved together, slow and perfect and absolutely right.

Final.

Sacred.

Home.

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